Mitchell and I are most certainly attached at the hip. We do everything together. If we can't do it together then we don't do it!
Sounds sweet doesn't it?
Well, let me tell you it is not so sweet. I am obsessed with him. I follow him around for no reason at all. I say I am doing it to protect him, protect him from what?
I *sit with him when he eats so that I know he ate and is getting the food inside his tummy and not inside the doggies tummy.
I sit with him in the bathroom while he takes his bath so that he does not drown.
I sit with him when he is watching TV so that I know what he is watching is acceptable programming.
I sit outside with him when he is riding his bike so that should he fall I will be there to pick him up.
I sit on the end of his bed until he falls asleep so that I know he is resting and not dead.
I sit with him when he is playing quietly so that I can protect him from some evil action figure that might come to life and poke his eye out!
I am always so worried for him. What will happen if I just let him be? OH, NO can't think about that; too many things could go wrong! RIGHT? He has had a babysitter one time in his life and I have never let him stay overnight with Grandma.
Deep down in my heart I know I have to let him go. Usually I brush that thought away and justify my hovering with some lame excuse. Here is the hard ugly truth I do the obsessing to justify my existence!
Can anyone else relate? Is it just me? Can anyone tell me how to get over separation anxiety? If you find the key would you please come and let me out of this cage?
I refuse to take mothers little helpers. I would like some sound advice that does not involve drugs. I need to stay alert and functioning.
* I always have my notebook and am usually writing/blogging never the less here I sit with him!

